Innocence is not knowing evil,

a misunderstanding; No. Not comprehending why bad is there;
to not know what motivates,
even the thought of evil,
of being distressed when others exercise it,

Not because of itself, but rather the why.

 

Innocence is a virgin,

It belies experience in the person who hold her,

Her beauty so bright it extinguishes all other light

and makes darkness a beautiful garden to explore

containing nothing but God and no creatures of the night.

Who reside in that world where man understands evil. Which I do not.

 

This is why she is so confused when others weald the axe of evil,

Innocence has no comprehension,

as sitting in the garden before the Fall,

sin not understood,

Because it was unknown.

 

Let me breathe the air of innocence

And not even try and find the smog of sin in others,

For in doing so, I will gasp the same air,

The air that others inhale and swallow with passion.

And spend a lifetime looking for either more or a cure.